Like that peculiar taste of tap water from
the drink out of a motel room drinking glass
after tearing off the waxed paper wrapper -
I’d likely never see this room or this place
again said my mother to me but being
just a small boy, I felt no sadness -
I’d yet to face the loss or abandonment
of someone or something I really loved -
room keys used to be metal and there was
always a Gideon Bible in the drawer.
- Gary Edward Geraci
In the last line of poem the boy, now a man, having experienced the inevitable losses that come with aging, laments over what “used to be” with “what is.” With Christ’s death on the cross the cult of animal sacrifice, the cult of the old covenant, what “used to be,” is replaced with “what is”: a greater and more perfect cult through the risen Lord Jesus Christ (Hebrews 9:1-14). Rather than despair over our changing world we remain hopeful: the blood of Christ, through the Holy Spirit, is once and for all offered to God for our eternal redemption. We have been saved! May you and your family have a happy and reflective Holy Saturday.
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